By J. D. Meisner.
Spring... what a glorious time of year... unless you are my Wife, Son, Oldest Daughter, or Youngest Daughter, who, because they each suffer from severe allergies, should all be quarantined into a positivepressure plastic bubble for the months of April, May and June (something I have been lucky to avoid). But we're not here to talk about allergies. We're here to talk about the coolness of springtime, New Mexico style. Up in the high country, you can hear spring start up with a slow drip... drip... drip... as the sun, returning from it's vacation in the southern tropics, imperceptibly raises the temperature of the snow pack and softens winter's icy grip, transforming it from its stark crystalline form into clear, crisp, liquid water.